Happy days always slipped away without notice.
The past forty to fifty Galaxy Days went by very quickly.
On a bustling Administrative Star of the New Federation, Yang Ming walked down the somewhat crowded street, holding his three-year-old daughter, Valkyrie.
During this period, they had visited four or five tourist planets of the New Federation.
In another direction of the New Federation, an Invincible Fleet advanced steadily; many citizens of the New Federation in the 'war radiation zones' urgently gathered in the provinces in the opposite direction, causing a surge in tourists on these travel stars.
Yang Ming still carried two Light Swords at his waist, but during security checks, both were identified by the system as 'COS-type toys.'
"So many people," Little Pusuo exclaimed.
Yang Ming smiled: "There's a war in that direction, so the wealthy of the New Federation have fled here."
"Can't the poor escape?"
